SB118Ops Mission Logs/Sal Taybrim/Tribbles and Strife

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"What harm could several thousand tribbles and their owners do the quadrant's largest Starbase?" ~Lt Commander Theo Whittaker

FNS Headlines

  • Tribble Convention Hits Troubled Start - (STARBASE 118 — The annual Tribble Fanciers Association convention is in turmoil following the onstage collapse of their keynote speaker.)
  • Tribble Convention a Success Despite Troubled Opening - (STARBASE 118 — Despite a troubled opening night that saw the inauguration dinner abandoned amid concerns of “weaponized tribbles,” the 2393 Tribble Fanciers Association Convention was a critical and commercial success.)

Mission Summary

Act I

"Owning a tribble is like owning an eye of harmony. And eye of perfect, all seeing, fur covered harmony." -Anseidora Dorfmann Keynote Speech

Tribbles and cocktails, popular together since 2285
In late 2392 the Federation News Service announced StarBase 118 would be the location for the Tribble Fanciers Association Annual Convention 2393. Due to the popular nature of tribbles and the high quantity of VIPs attending the conference, Commander Taybrim asked his senior staff to attend the conventions' opening gala as a show of support.

The crew arrived in full dress uniforms, meeting a variety of important figures including Federation Secretary Thoris P'Trell, Fleet Captain Assia Hanno,and Dr. Erminio Fesk from the Federation bureau for animal control. The festivities were in full swing, with the tribble fanciers in high spirits but many of the tribble breeders indulging in underhanded insults and low-key rivalries. This included a spat between tribble biologist Fresk Sondarlon and his ex-wife (and convention planner) Lady Shali.

As everyone was seated for dinner, those at the head table noticed that keynote speaker Anseidora Dorfmann was acting very strangely. She arrived to the table late and was speaking in a slurred and sluggish manner as if she was drugged or very drunk. Dorfmann insisted that she was fine and waved off all attempts to assist her. She retreated to her dressing room early in the meal to prepare for her keynote address.

As dessert was served the lights dimmed and Anseidora Dorfmann made her dramatic entrance - complete with her signature stole that featured a carrier for a cascade of living tribbles on display. As the gentle purrs entered the auditorium Dorfmann spoke to an enraptured audience, only to collapse in a dramatic fashion which prompted a wave of shock in the attending crowd!

Act II

"Want to tell me what's going on here...? Or should I just get the smelling salts..." -Dr. Mirra Ezo

Sickbay is suddenly overrun with tribbles
The first on the scene fell prey to the weaponized tribbles, succumbing to the same malady as Anseidora Dorfmann. With Starfleet personnel suddenly collapsing, the remaining guests started to panic. Lt. Commander Baylen Anders and Major Ishreth Dal both fell to the weaponized tribbles, with many others following. Dr. Liani quickly deduced that the tribbles had both a poisonous sting and a purr that depressed neural functions driving the afflicted into a deep coma. Meanwhile security and operations teams reported that the weaponized tribbles has gotten into the kitchen and were eating (and breeding) out of control!

The gala and convention center were quickly evacuated as the injured were beamed to sickbay and a tribble quarantine was put into place. Newly arrived Dr. Mirra Ezo and Counselor Zinna headed to sickbay to assist Dr. Liani in treating the tribble-induced comas while Marine Captain Tatash brought in his marines to help with tribble containment.

Dr. Liani was able to synthesize a Klingon pheremone that could effectively repeal and contain the tribbles while Drs. Ezo and Zinna crafted an antitoxin to the weaponized tribbles' poisonous sting. They then grouped together with neurosurgeon Theran Jos to correct the neurochemical imbalance (and resulting coma) caused by the tribbles' purr.

On the containment side, Commander Sal Taybrim returned to the Ops hub with Lt. Commander Kaitlyn Falcon and Lieutenant JG Cadfael Peters to meet with newly arrived Lieutenant JG Antero Flynn to work on a containment solution. They were able to erect a tribble containment in a cargobay and liaising with Dr. Liani were able to find a way to get a transporter lock on the tribbles so they could remove any weaponized tribbles from quarantine to the containment area. Assisting them, Lt. Commander Theo Whittaker and Lieutenant JG Rocko Stevens headed to the StarBase 118 promenade, to carefully evacuated selected civilian areas to extend the quarantine as the weaponized tribbles moved through the station's air vents.

Meanwhile, Ensign Freya Andersen, Lieutenant JG Trellis Vondaryan and Lieutenant Trel'lis started questioning the various guests present at the Tribble gala. Ensign Andersen started an in-depth investigation, tracking several major suspects including Tribble biologist Fresk Sondarlon, Tribble vendor Madame Lurtz and Tribble breeder Boris Malinov.


"He was the one I picked up from the banquet hall and was instrumental in ending the tribellious tribilations of tribblingly tribblesome tribbles, Sir. ::She played this last line straight, even her antenna didn’t twitch in time to the words that tribbled off her tongue.::" -Dr. Liani

How can we get rid of all these tribbles?
With a viable containment solution planned, both the Ops hub and the marines worked together to clear the station of tribbles while the security and diplomatic teams did double duty in evacuating civilians from the areas of tribble containment and searching for the perpetrator of this tribble violence. Medical teams were able to devise a solid treatment for both the tribble poison and the tribble purr and went about administering treatment to the afflicted.

Meanwhile Dr. Liani turned her scientific curiosity towards the problem of what to do with the weaponized tribbles, coming up with a unique serum that would nullify the inbred weaponized properties of the tribbles. However this miracle cure came with an unexpected side effect: it rendered all the tribbles bald!

Ensign Andersen closed in on her suspect as evidence all pointed towards Boris Malinov; but the dirty tribble breeder skipped the station before security had a chance to arrest him. With the tribbles cleared, contained and disarmed, and the affected patients in recovery the tribble convention was allowed to proceed. They had a very successful year despite all the initial troubles!

Dr. Liani decided to tattoo the bald tribbles, which were sold at the tribble convention as a collector's pet and became very popular. The initial 'test tribble' for the de-weaponization process was retained, and gifted to Commander Sal Taybrim. This tribble, named Moby, now sits on Taybrim's desk in a specialized cage that prevents him from getting free - or breeding!

As the tribble convention came to a close, the crew of StarBase 118 Ops gathered in Theo Whittaker's apartment to share drinks and get to know one another better. Commander Taybrim surprised a few crew with well-deserved promotions and a good time was had by all.

Dramatis Personae

Dramatis Personae
Name Species Status Created/Simmed by Bio
Anseidora Dorfmann Human/Elasyian Respected Tribble Breeder Sal Taybrim Anseidora Dorfmann is a galaxy renowned tribble breeder and considered an authority in the field of tribble breeding and judging.
Boris Malinov Human Deceased Theo Whittaker Boris Malinov was a well known tribble breeder, who created a strain of weaponized tribbles unleashed on StarBase 118. He was found murdered on the streets of Anjunaar city on Tilanna V a few weeks later
Aliyah Sereen Bajoran Accountant Tatash Aliyah Sereen is an accountant who used to work for Madame Lurtz and not has an independent practice on StarBase 118
Fresk Sondarlon Denobulan Biologist Sal Taybrim Fresk Sondarlon is an alcoholic biologist with an unpleasant personality and checkered past. He is a specialist on animal biology, including tribbles and has the distinction of being a Denobulan with a personality so vile that two of his wives filed for divorce.
Madame Lurtz Khobeerian Trader and Merchant Tatash Madame Lurtz is a self-professed mercantile queen. Dripping with extravagance, she adores attention and money. While she had a curiously vast array of connections and wares no evidence could be found to connect her to any criminal activity in the area

Participating Crew

Participating Crew
Name Position Notes
Sal Taybrim Commanding Officer
Theo Whittaker First Officer
Baylen Anders Mission Specialist Also serving as Second Officer
Kaitlyn Falcon Chief of Helm/Comm/Ops
Antero Flynn Helm Officer Transferred in 239301.11 - Promoted to CAG 239301.31
Tatash Marine Liaison Promoted to Major and Marine Commander 239301.31
Rocko Stevens Security Officer
Freya Andersen Security Officer Promoted to Lieutenant JG and Ast Chief Sec 239301.31
Cadfael Peters Engineering Officer Promoted to Ast Chief Eng 239301.31
Liani Medical Officer Joined 239301.10 Promoted to Chief Surgeon and Lieutenant JG 239301.31
Mirra Ezo Medical Officer Transferred in 239301.11 - Promoted to Ast Chief Med 239301.31
Zinna Counselor
Richard Matthews Science Officer LOA: 239301.11
Trel'lis Diplomatic Officer
Trellis Vondaryan Intelligence Officer Promoted to Lieutenant and Chief of Intel 239301.31
Anastasha Broi Intelligence Officer Switched characters to Bas Nadia 239301.28
Arden Cain Civilian Consultant

Gallery and Quotes

"Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using Starfleet scented body wash and switched to Klingon Spice, he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a battlecruiser with the man your man could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a mek'leth spearing two holoprograms for that thing you love. Look again, the holoprograms are now gold pressed latinum. Anything is possible when your man smells like Klingon Spice and not a Starfleet brat. I’m eating a tribble." -Sal Taybrim

The Utterly Unofficial and Totally Nonsensical Arbitrary Awards Ceremony